Zhao Gongming pretended to see the light. "So that's how it was! Then we've misjudged you, junior brothers. Walking all the way from Mount Sumeru to the Heavenly Court—how many years would that take? Hundreds? Thousands? I admire your perseverance!"
Medicine Master and the others looked even more sour.
Of course they hadn't walked there!
But Zhao Gongming and Taiyi were plainly playing off each other to make things difficult for them.
Worse, they couldn't argue back. Doing so would mean admitting they hadn't taken Yellow Dragon's invitation seriously, and their excuse about the "long journey" would fall apart.
Mahasthamaprapta's expression darkened. He was about to speak when Medicine Master stopped him.
Medicine Master took a deep breath and gave Zhao Gongming and Taiyi a faint smile. "You're right, senior brothers. We did arrive late. Once we return, we'll be sure to ask our teacher's forgiveness."
Medicine Master sounded so sincere that Zhao Gongming and Taiyi could hardly keep mocking them.
Zhao Gongming snorted and said nothing more.
Taiyi grinned and cupped his hands, giving them a way out.
Standing to one side, Yellow Dragon watched the exchange and shook his head inwardly.
Yellow Dragon looked up at the rosy light filling the sky, then glanced around. "Senior and junior brothers, the Flat Peach Banquet is beginning. Let's go. We shouldn't let Martial Uncle Haotian think we disciples of sages have no manners."
At that, everyone put away their playful expressions, straightened their robes, and prepared to attend.
Yellow Dragon led the disciples of the four sects and the Western Sect to the Hall of High Heaven. Rosy light filled the sky before them.
With a wave of his hand, the stars blazed. Pure Power of the Stars enveloped the Heavenly Court and fell across the Primordial World, nourishing its